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Topic Started: Jun 23 2013, 07:23 PM (306 Views)
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What had unfolded was a terrible scene. People ran around screaming as a raging blaze devoured them whole, indiscriminate in its hunger. The old and the young. Newlyweds. Expecting mothers. Proud fathers. Anything and everything that had a future was ravaged and burnt to a smoldering husk by the all-consuming flames born of hatred, madness, and devotion to the abominable belief of blood sacrifice.

The heralds of this chaos whooped and cackled, their shimmering fireproof armor and gas-masks making them look like ghosts walking the flames. They left not but ash and scorched meat in their wake, their movements warped into whispers by the intense heat.

One of the arsonists had an ironic name printed onto his suit. Cold Coffee. Though impossible to see, it was clear that he was grinning from ear to ear simply by the muffled laugh that emanated from under his cold, emotionless mask. He leveled his flamethrower at a trio of people huddled under some wreckage that hadn't yet been touched by flames.

A single tiny click, a sound that seemed so insignificant compared to the draconian roar of the flames, sounded throughout the room as if it were as loud as a gunshot. Flames flew from the tip of the weapon and came into contact with the first two people.

The two, a middle-aged man and woman, screamed as the fire shot across their bodies and around to the much younger woman behind them. The people all burned until nothing remain but ash, frozen like snapshots of their dying expressions. A lonely gust of wind whisked away the older man and woman into the sky as pillars of smoke, leaving only the third statue of ash.

Her ashes captured her complete and utter fear. Her hands were held up to shield her face, her mouth stretched out in an echo of a scream that was never heard. Her eyes, widened in realization of what was her final moment, began to leak an inky black blood. The blood traveled along the surface of the ash like the cracking of an ice-shelf.

In mere seconds, the ashen echo of the dead woman was ripped away like the shell of an egg to reveal an inky demon with silver and red streaks where the woman's ashes once were. Ash and dust rolled down its leathery ebony flesh and collected in piles on the floor around it.

And time slowed to a crawl - and the room fell to silence - and the demon spread her wings - and with a shrieking song that made one's spine want to leave the body, it bore down upon Cold Coffee - and she swallowed him whole - and his dying screams became the only sounds among the flames...




The feel of cool air wafting onto my face brought me back from my... vision, for lack of a better term.

I had been laying on a couch for some stretch of time, describing the grisly scene that has been included above. You see, I am sick. My sickness is not of the body, not of bacteria or virus. It is not of the mind, not of attention-seeking or shock value. It is a sickness of my emotions, forever playing with my sense of inner equilibrium, forever teasing the strings of my humanity.

And I have been sick for a long, long time...

A small voice broke the silence. It beckoned me from the darkness of my inner thoughts and back into the sunshine of reality.

"Alright, Octavia, this is our last session together, and you've made great progress." My therapist addressed me rather casually. "Since this is the last session, I would like to go over some notes of your progress."

"Yes, doctor." My doctor was a wiry and cheerful man. His straw-blonde hair was combed back, giving him a clean-cut look that simply told others he was proud, like a father who had just been told his child had been born.

The therapist leafed through his book of notes that he'd taken over the past several years he'd been helping me with my sickness. "Alright, when you first came under my care, upon recommendation by a close friend, we decided upon using the fantasy method, where you would tell me a wish-fulfillment story in order to release excess anger in a harmless fashion, with no threat to society.

"During the following years in my care, you showed a significantly more relaxed attitude towards situations that used to elicit a violent outburst." The therapist scratched some notes onto the final page of the notebook. "Octavia, I can safely say that you are free to no longer come to my office every week. You've made wonderful progress, and I'm happy to have helped you."

Just outside my field of vision, I could see him lean forward. I flicked my violet eyes to him. "There is one thing I'd like to know, however. Throughout all these stress-relief fantasies, not once have you ever named this inky black demon." I could hear his hand increase its grip on his pen. "Could you indulge me, perhaps?"

We stayed there in silence for several seconds, though it felt more like hours.

I sat up on the couch and turned to face my doctor, meeting his curious, cat-like gaze with a somber expression.

I felt like asking him to stop looking at them. To stop looking at them, and look at me for once. It was common for everybody to look at me, but only see them. They run along my right leg. They skitter and cut and scramble all across my right side. They form an eerie and mysterious expression on the face I'm forced to share with them. The elite and the tabloids said it gave me an attractive air of mystery. I just called it justification for gawking.

I blinked, forcing the anger back before it could reach my surface. Instead, I offered a muted smile.

With an air of finality, I got to my feet and made for the door. As I twisted the knob and prepared to leave this chapter of my life behind forever, I looked back at my doctor and said a single word that carried the weight of the world behind it.

"Batwoman."
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All right, so in this we have...

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Am I missing anyone?
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No, no, no, and no. GEt your facts straight.

Learn your Bat-Mythos.
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I've only had access to a little bit of the animated series. And This Tumblr. And Linkara.

Ok, shot in the dark here, Firefly?
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*golf clap*
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Alright, easy guess there. And we are talking about the actual Batwoman?
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Female version of Bruce Wayne.
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Alright then, and Octavia is...not that one?

Wait, This almost sounds like Harvey. But It's not, right?
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And Octavia is not that one. She sounds like Harv, but it's not.

Two-Face isn't in this.
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Is The Minstrel a part of this?
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NO.
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Have names been changed?
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Other than Octavia Wayne, no.
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...Well that answers a lot.
Edited by trex841, Jun 23 2013, 09:27 PM.
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How much are you actually going to do in this? I don't want to get invested in something that's going to last all of one week.
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